The little touch the potter's hand
The yielding clay doth give,
Shall shape the lines of beauty. till
An image fair shall live.
The yielding clay doth give,
Shall shape the lines of beauty. till
An image fair shall live.
So now, dear Lord, I yield to thee
My stubborn, erring will;
Thine image in my heart with love
Shall all my spirit fill.
My stubborn, erring will;
Thine image in my heart with love
Shall all my spirit fill.
ONE GIFT
One gift alone is mine
To offer or withhold;
Rich blessings all are thine;
A wondrous store divine,
Which, day by day, unfold
To offer or withhold;
Rich blessings all are thine;
A wondrous store divine,
Which, day by day, unfold
One gift to thee I bring.
A simple, childlike faith;
Glad praises I would sing
To my dear Lord and King,
And do whate'er He saith.
A simple, childlike faith;
Glad praises I would sing
To my dear Lord and King,
And do whate'er He saith.
One gift, dear Lord, I pray
Thou wouldst accept from me;
I am thy child alway;
Be thou my guide and stay
For all eternity.
Thou wouldst accept from me;
I am thy child alway;
Be thou my guide and stay
For all eternity.
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